February 16, 2011

  • Two-Cent Rebellion

     

    I wait all day for the evening. The sun goes down and the world quiets itself and my heart quiets, too.  I write for hours sometimes. I read. I take walks. Yesterday I completed my grad school applications—I’d been waiting on a reference from one of my professors and, at the last minute, he came through. Today I’m feeling the release of a huge responsibility. Tonight I skipped a class in favor of reading for fun. (Sometimes a small thrill is enough.) I’m not ready to worry about the waiting that comes next. Something will happen and when it does, I’ll be ready. For now I just want to enjoy knowing that my work is done. 

     

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